Hideaway Strath all great and precious things are lonely.

When she turned and Fig got a better look of her, his breath caught momentarily in surprise. A smile leaped across his muzzle, but faltered after a moment. He recognized her (and it was the recognition that deemed them a her in his mind), but something was off. Even more off when she spoke as though she didn’t know him.

”Avery..?” Fig said tentatively, ”You… wait…” He shook his head and looked at her again. She was too young to be Avery, though the resemblance was uncanny.